The Humblebragging Never Stops

The news of Voldemort's resurrection did not spread immediately; it remained known only to a few small circles.

The Wizarding World was eerily calm for a time, but the quieter it was, the more it resembled the calm before the storm.

The same was true at Hogwarts, where students were obsessed with celebrating their Triwizard Tournament victory.

Twenty-three Champion... Hermione won the championship with an overwhelming advantage.

Especially in the final round, she won the Triwizard Cup in just twenty-three minutes, which was incredibly fast.

At this time, many Champion have not yet broken through the outermost checkpoint.

The number of Champion this time is also unprecedented, so the championship is considered to be the most prestigious in history.

A grand celebration is inevitable.

Although Hermione had no intention of celebrating and had disappeared from Hogwarts with William, seemingly off somewhere, the students' enthusiasm was simply irresistible.

Fortunately, not a single wizard died in this Triwizard Tournament. Given the past failure rate, this can only be described as a miracle.

The students of Hogwarts naturally attributed their success to the school's effective management, making it the safest school in the Wizarding World.

(William: Are you serious?)

In short, the students would exaggerate anything they could boast about, trying to outdo Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

But students from other schools disagreed with this statement, especially those from Durmstrang.

Your school loses a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor every year, and you still have the nerve to boast about safety?

Durmstrang's students insisted that the reason nothing had happened was because of their own strength.

Otherwise, a whole boatload of students would have died long ago.

(William: You guys are serious?)

Although no one died, it doesn't mean no one was injured.

Halfway through the match, everyone saw Krum being carried out of the maze.

The students soon discovered that Ron and Malfoy, two of the Champion, were also hospitalized.

Referee Ludo Bagman... and Harry Potter.

The first four are understandable; perhaps they were attacked in the maze... but Harry, how did you get hurt?

Are you sure you're not just trying to ride the wave of popularity or grab attention?

The students were very curious about why several people were hospitalized.

But the portrait artists, who usually love to leak information, have unusually remained silent.

The teachers only appear during class time; they disappear after class, seemingly very busy.

Like Dumbledore, he disappeared and began to live a secluded life, not even seen during mealtimes.

A tense atmosphere suddenly spread throughout the school.

Everyone is speculating... what happened.

However, with the O.W.L. Exam approaching, the students are busy again.

That's right, this incredibly important test is about to begin after the competition.

After celebrating, the fifth-grade students began studying like crazy.

New rumors quickly spread throughout the school.

Previously, it was just a multiple-choice question: which would you choose, a million Galleon or twelve certificates?

The question now becomes: what would happen if someone loudly announced the correct answer during O.W.L. Exam?

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The students started discussing it enthusiastically, as if someone really would reveal the answer.

The rumor quickly changed again:

What would happen if a student suddenly went crazy during an exam, tore up someone else's exam paper, and swallowed it?

It's just outrageous!

It seems like if I don't make some mistakes in the exam, it would be a waste of all the hard work I've put in over a year.

The prevalence of these rumors has created a lot of pressure, making students increasingly nervous.

In particular, the countdown sign in the Transfiguration classroom has dropped to single digits.

The teachers stopped lecturing and instead had the students review the problems they had already solved, and then give them a good rest.

Fifth and seventh graders began using Potions to improve concentration, enhance brainpower, and cure insomnia.

Calming Draught are no longer effective; what everyone needs is Potions that can improve learning efficiency.

Akali's Mystery Shop also has items like Baruffio's Brain Elixir and Dragon Claw Powder on display.

Dragon Claw Powder, in particular, has surprisingly good effects, including improving memory.

However, these are all quite expensive, and not all students can afford them.

As a result, many counterfeit drugs masquerading as health products appeared in schools.

For example, Montague from Slytherin confidently stated that he went from failing to achieving a qualitative leap in his grades in just six months.

It's all thanks to Baruffio's Brain Elixir, and a whole pint only costs ten Galleon.

Half the price of the genuine product.

It's obviously fake, but some people can't resist the temptation of getting a bargain.

There are even people who use dried fox dung to impersonate Dragon Claw Powder... How unethical!

As Prefect, William naturally had to spare no effort in cracking down on counterfeit goods.

It's not for the sake of Akali's Mystery Shop's business, but simply to give students peace of mind and confidence in their studies.

Besides taking Potions, many students' favorite thing to do is to find out how many practice exams others have done and how many points they got.

Many people would gather together in twos and threes.

Before the Charms class began, Elena Kaslana squeezed into a group of students and said in a sorrowful tone:

"I did four Akali practice tests in History of Magic today and only got three 'O's. The questions were really hard!"

She said sadly, "I feel like I'm doomed this time... I probably won't get the History of Magic certificate."

It sounds like the old Versailles.

"Yeah, I also feel like I won't get many certificates," Bach chimed in hypocritically.

"I studied for eighteen hours yesterday... My efficiency has decreased. I used to be able to study for twenty-five hours a day."

I'm doomed for this exam.

"I'm also very troubled," Ivan Hals said dejectedly. "My mother said that if I don't get ten certificates, I'll have to go back to Knockturn Alley and inherit the family business."

Ugh, so annoying! They don't understand me at all!

Qiu, sitting in the front row, leaned close to William and whispered:

"Can I beat them up?"

"Sure, they're just three lousy fry... take them as you please," William laughed.

Marietta, standing nearby, asked curiously, "William, don't you study at all? You've missed so many classes this semester."

"No need to review, I'll get an A on any test anyway, there's no need to review," William said casually.

"..."

Qiu's list of people he wants to beat up has grown by another.

Class started soon, and Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of books, barely reaching the same height as everyone else who were sitting in their chairs.

He waved his wand, and the exam dates and order appeared on the blackboard.

"As you can see," he shrieked, "Your OWLs exams will last for two weeks. You'll have a written exam in the morning and a practical exam in the afternoon."

Of course, your Astronomy practical exam is scheduled for the evening.

"Now, I must remind you that the exam papers have been subjected to the strictest anti-cheating measures."

Professor Flitwick said earnestly:

"Auto-Answer Quill are strictly prohibited from being brought into the examination hall. Additionally, Remembrall, Detachable Cheat Cuffs, and Self-Correcting Ink are also prohibited."

He tapped the blackboard and continued:

"If caught cheating on the O.W.L. Exam, the penalty is up to three years imprisonment in Azkaban and a fine."

Those whose offenses are serious shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than three years but not more than seven years in Azkaban.

Professor Flitwick looked at everyone and said, "Did you hear that?"

The students all replied solemnly, "We heard you!"

"I can't hear you!"

"I heard you!"

"Very good, I wish you all the best in achieving good results."

Professor Flitwick waved his hand.

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